Honey Flava

“Allow me.”

He slid the card through the reader, opened the door, and gestured for her to enter. Once inside, he pulled her to him so that her back was pressed against his chest. He moved his hands over her silk blouse and kneaded her breasts.

Emma’s breath hitched in her throat. Well, he certainly wasted no time. She didn’t usually allow potential bedmates to move so quickly to first base but she wasn’t about to tell him to stop.

“Hmmm, that feels good. You know just how to touch a woman’s breasts.”

He molded them between his hands. “I’ve had some experience.”

“Speaking of experience, don’t forget you’re supposed to be teaching me about cricket. That is what we came up here for.”

He pressed his groin against her buttocks, his erection sliding along the crevice. “You still want to learn about cricket? When all I want to do is fuck this delicious derriere of yours?”

Delighted by his words, Emma couldn’t help but wriggle her butt against his cock. “Of course I want to learn about cricket. My meeting with Harjit is tomorrow.”

Sanjay moved his hands to the buttons on her blouse. He slowly undid them as he skimmed his lips along the side of her neck. Once her blouse was open, he slid his hands inside it and cupped her breasts again. He squeezed her nipples where they swelled beneath her bra.

Emma sighed. She loved it when a man took the time to play with her breasts before fucking her.

“Cricket,” she gasped as she felt her pussy growing wetter. “Tell me about cricket.”

He nibbled her neck. “There are two teams. Eleven players each.”

“Isn’t it…” Emma shuddered as Sanjay sucked hard at the spot between her shoulder and neck. “Isn’t it…oh, God, that feels so good…isn’t it something like baseball?”

“Yes,” he murmured. “It is something like baseball. But not quite.”

He rubbed his cock in the crease of her buttocks. Gripping the top of her bra, he pushed it down. He grasped her bare breasts and rolled her tightening nipples between his fingers.

“Oh, yes, yes. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Sanjay took off her blouse and threw it on the floor. He unhooked her bra and tossed that on the floor also. He turned her around, leaned over, and wrapped his mouth around one of her breasts. Sucking hard at her nipple, he lapped it steadily with his tongue.

Lord, but his mouth was so hot and wet, his tongue so long and agile, and he was sucking at her breasts as skillfully as he had played with them.

He unzipped her skirt, pushing it down her hips. He grabbed her buttocks and squeezed them as he continued to suck hungrily at her breast. Emma stepped away from her skirt and moved back toward the bed.

Sanjay followed, his lips still sucking at her nipple. When Emma felt the back of the bed bump her thighs, she gently pushed him away. He looked at her, his eyes hot.

“Don’t forget about cricket,” she said.

He grinned. “I’ve already forgotten.”

Damn him! “This meeting tomorrow with Harjit

is very important to my career.”

Sanjay grabbed her buttocks and caressed them while he nuzzled the side of her neck. “But can you not, at least for tonight, forget about your career?”

Forget about her career? Was he crazy?

But as he continued to caress and kiss her, Emma’s skin grew hot and her body tight. He nibbled at the tender skin along her neck, and his fingers stroked the dampness of her panties. If he kept doing what he was doing, she might very well do as he suggested. She moaned, grinding herself along his chest, groin, and thighs.

Sanjay eased her panties down and guided her to the bed. He moved his body over hers and eagerly caressed her naked body.

All Emma wanted was for him to fuck her, but she had not been joking about his teaching her about cricket. In her mind, her whole future as an agent hinged on whether she was successful in getting Harjit to sign with the agency.

“Sanjay.”